Ten years ago, I thought I was old. I was on the verge of turning 30, and I was panicked. I didn’t know what I wanted to be when I grew up. Unlike my Baylor brethren, I wasn’t married, and I was fairly certain that if I didn’t have a ring on my finger by my 30th birthday, I would be forced to don a scarlet letter. (Instead of an “A” for “adultery,” I would obviously sport an “S” for “spinster.”) Little did I know that the next 10 years of my life would bring all kinds of excitement: travel, new friends, a new career, and adventures galore. Life really does get better with age. (My mother would counter that I don’t yet have a husband, but we’ll save that for another column.)
In the spirit of aging gracefully, in this issue, we celebrate D Home’s 10th anniversary. We’ve spent the last month or so going through every issue, and it’s been fun to look back. Sure, we’ve had missteps (why did we ever write about cell phone etiquette?), but it’s rather astounding to see how many beautiful homes we’ve had in our pages. You can check out our favorite rooms from the last 10 years. But don’t worry, friends. We’re not all about resting on our laurels. We have a whole new look. After all, every aging Dallas beauty has a little work done every few years.
